Over a dozen Knights looked up at the sky and shouted to the Saintess, "Go ahead, Saintess. We will deal with them."
They pulled on their warhorses, all coming to a stop.
The Saintess stopped as well, defiantly shouting, "I won't leave. Let's fight together."
Knights urgently cried out, "You are the hope of the Holy See. With you, we can have our vengeance."
This was the strategy the group of Knights had discussed. They had never intended to break out; their sole purpose was to escort the priest and the Saintess through.
If even one of them could break through, they were prepared for the worst.
Without hesitation, a Knight drew his sword and stabbed it into the rump of Saintess Emily's warhorse.
With a plop, the startled warhorse gushed blood and let out a wild scream, continuing the frantic charge with the Saintess.
The Blood Clan Dukes exchanged glances: two pursued the Saintess while three remained to confront the dozen or so Knights.
"Sword of Light!"
